one month ago*

The deed was done in the living room on one pitch black night. The yellow couch was covered in a suspicious cream lighting, the floors and walls were taken over by the darkness of the night a black lighting caressing down the pure eggshell color. The fireplace held a new found crimson glow and finally the tv and it's bright white radians is turned into a more poltergeist feel.

My father was sitting on the couch , a proud posture and a smug smile dawning his pasty skin, his eyes suddenly looked more and more devious.

"I always keep my promises." He whispered, referring to the video we had just watched. I was still in pure shock despite having figured it out I still didn't want to believe the news.

"Hal..." my mothers voice sounded brand new, riddled with breaks and crakes. "Please don't do this..." my father raised is gun, a grin cracking from his lips.

"As I said I always keep my promises." Everything suddenly was in slow motion, The gun shot was blisteringly loud, hot salty tears screamed down my cheeks. I played the moment over and over again in my mind not wanting to believe what had happened. My father had his back to me, whispering to me what his mother had said to him " Do you promise to keep this a secret, your father is not a bad man he is just ridding the world of sinners."

This was my chance I silently reached for the fire poker and stood up ready to strike. Hal turned around screaming "will you keep my secret!" I hit him atop the head and he stumbled backwards, I couldn't waste time so I hit him again and again until he fell to the floor unconscious.

I fell to my knees and sobbed for a long moment, I herd sirens outside and felt the glare of the ambulances lights fall on my shoulders. I couldn't move I couldn't speak all I could do was kneel there and cry.

There was a knocking on the door "police open up!" A man screamed. After a while I got up and opened the door and people came flying in and the only person there that I wanted to talk to was one FP Jones and his eyes that were filled to the rim with fear. Had he known about what had happened here yet? Before I could go over to him a woman pulled me to the side coving me with a blanket and opened her pen.

"I need you to tell me your name sweetheart." The woman's voice was drowned out by the sirens. "Please honey what's your name?" I looked up at her, her hair glowed a silvery brown lit up by the lamp she stood in front of, she dawned a navy blue long sleeve shirt and some gray formal pants.

"My n-name is Elizabeth Copper." I hated the way my voice sounded, weak, creaky, and stuttering but at this moment I knew it didn't matter "I am 17 and my m-mother was Sh-shot by him." My voices was breaking, pausing for my sobs.

"Who's him." I pointed to the lump on the floor now being picked up. The last that I saw of him was this moment, his bruised face and blood shot eyes brought me joy.

After about an hour of questioning I was finally able to make my wya over to FP. He was slumped over on the steps leading to the front door crying. "Are you ok..."

He looked up at me with a sad smile and said "of course your asking me if I am ok, you always were a thoughtful one Copper." I sat down next to him and he gingerly wrapped his arms around me. " sweetie I need to tell you something." The sadness had returned to FP's eyes. " I know you have been through a lot today but I feel like this is something you should know, Jughead skipped town and I don't think he is going to come back." His voice broke at the mention of his son and he handed me a note.

In printed writing straight from his type writer it read

Dear Betty,

I have become a nuisance to this town and I am afraid I can't come back. The serpents are now yours if you want them. Just know that I love you but have to leave. Don't come to find me.

-Jughead

WOW that took me so long btw I plan on updating every Monday because I have work almost every other day also if you liked it please comment on ideas and how you liked it! =)

-Los Perros